Billionaire Legacy: I Became Overpowered With My Spending System-Chapter 118 - Determination And B-rank

Logan sat on the edge of his bed the next day, dark circles under his eyes as he glanced at the time.

He got up from his bed, stretching before walking to the balcony.

The sun stood high on the horizon, shining softly on the snowy streets.

He hadn’t slept much.

Arnar’s words echoed in his head over and over again.

’Someone has to stand between kids like that and whatever crawls out of the ocean.’

He thought back to his own life.

Sure, he’d seen people die all around him. But never like that, never something this personal.

Hell, most of his life he’d practically spent without family or even anyone to care about at all.

’Maybe that’s why it hit so hard,’ he thought, running a hand through his hair.

Staring out at the reflection of the ocean ahead, Logan shook his head.

"What am I even doing here?" he muttered.

He wasn’t searching for an answer or a reward.

Just for a way to get rid of the conflicting feelings in his chest.

Waves crashed in the distance, and somewhere out there, another monster was probably making its way over to the shores.

’I’m not strong enough,’ he thought bitterly, the warning from the Flaming Body manual flashing in his mind.

"Even with my companies, my system and my allies," he said, clenching his jaw. "I am nothing."

His hands tightened around the balcony railing, the metal crunching under his grip.

"I need to be stronger," he muttered, his voice low. "Stronger than anyone."

Memories flashed by of every single person that had been kind to him, helped him when he needed it.

Edric’s tired smile after each long day of work.

Silas’s big grin, even while constantly protecting him.

Livia’s warm smile after he killed Derek.

And finally—Arnar’s face, hollow with sorrow and grief.

Logan closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with renewed determination.

"I need my companies in every city... my influence on every continent... my strength beyond anything they’ve ever seen," he said, letting go of the balcony railing. "Only in that way can I assure their happiness."

Without thinking any further, he turned around and grabbed his glaive.

He slipped on his training clothes, slung his glaive over his back, and stepped out of the hotel.

Heading deeper into the most populated parts of the city, Logan searched for the local training area for Silver Cores.

It didn’t take long before he found it.

One of the tallest and largest buildings in the entire city stood just behind the government buildings and the local vendor shops.

The structure looked more like a modern skyscraper fortress than anything else.

Scanning his fake ID at the entrance, Logan stepped into a massive open lounge with several dozens of hunters inside.

Reaching the reception, Logan quickly hired a Silver Core training room for several hours before walking away.

Logan followed the glowing signs on the walls, heading down a long corridor towards the private rooms.

Eventually, he reached his assigned room.

’Looks good,’ he thought, nodding in approval.

The room was spacious, its metal walls engraved with glowing mana inscriptions designed to withstand stray techniques. At the center stood several reinforced training dummies, ready to be destroyed.

As the doors sealed shut behind him, Logan took out his glaive and poured mana into it.

Lunging forward, Logan’s glaive crashed into the dummy, leaving behind melted scratches.

Logan spun around, sweeping his glaive back again—this time harder and faster than before. Every movement was optimized to provide maximum strength and output.

He continued training for hours—glaive, spells, everything he knew.

Four days flew by in a flash as Logan trained, anticipating a new skirmish soon enough.

During each session, he restricted himself to using only half his mana before switching to glaive training. He couldn’t risk being completely drained if another skirmish broke out after all.

Even with that limitation, he didn’t just feel stronger.

He felt focused.

When he stared in the mirror now, he no longer saw the kid that pretended to be a mercenary or a CEO.

He saw himself as the person he really wanted to be.

"Another day, no skirmish," Logan mumbled, sitting down on his bed. "If it continues like this, I need to head to the local dungeons to improve myself."

Even with his renewed motivation, he hadn’t forgotten the goals that brought him here.

Just as he laid down on his bed, his muscles aching and his core still recovering mana, a loud siren echoed through the hotel walls.

Logan’s eyes shot open, immediately jumping out of bed.

"I was wrong," he mumbled, grabbing his glaive. "There is a skirmish today after all."

Stepping out of the hotel, he was met with the familiar sight.

Countless mercenaries covered the streets while civilians ran to nearby bunkers.

Logan didn’t hesitate, jogging to the nearby support vans in order to get assigned.

The sound of mana cannons charging echoed faintly in the distance as Logan pushed through the crowd of mercenaries waiting on their team.

"Name?" a man inside the support van asked.

"Colin Forester," Logan replied.

The man tapped the screen with a frown, then nodded.

"Silver Core, polearm specialist," he mumbled, glancing at Logan. "Are you planning to go solo again?"

"Correct," Logan nodded, smiling faintly.

"You know where to go," the man said, gesturing to the military trucks in the distance. "Move fast, they are rolling out in two."

Logan nodded again, stepping away from the van and turning to the truck in the distance.

’This time, I need to pressure myself,’ he thought. ’Even while using my Flaming Body technique.’

Silently jumping into the back of one of the military trucks, the doors shut behind him as the engines roared to life.

Logan closed his eyes for a moment, steadying his breath as the tires crunched the snow covering the roads.

’Let’s try ten C-ranks at the same time,’ he thought, gripping his glaive. ’No...’

Opening his eyes, he shook his head slightly.

’If I really want to grow... I need to fight a B-rank today.’

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